To be the ultimate 90's vehicle, it would have to:

Look at the video at 28-29 seconds as the car is fully sideways drifting. That rear wheel is spinning at normal speed. This baby is AWD.

This area looks particularly terrible. There's something 'mom jeans' about it...

Guess how much paid time off I got after giving birth??

You mean this nut-ball?

This reminds me of the lady that thought drinking Monster was making a pact with the devil or something.

When Chainz appeared on Grace's show Tuesday night, it was not to fall in love—at first.

I preferred the 74 with the low low first gear. I could bungee cord the steering wheel and let it idle across the hay field while I walked beside and tossed the hay bales on then get back in at the other end to turn it around. You actually could walk faster then that truck in low range 1st gear and it could slowly…

Tune in next week when Tavarish tells us about the time he went to North Korea and discovered an unmolested, low miles NSX in a cave right next to a sleeping unicorn.

You know everyone is thinking it.

I'd say the Cygnet is more like a Cessna in a hangar full of SR-71s.

My 11 year old used RX-8? 9000rpm.

Looks like that was a lit cigarette thrown from another vehicle that got spanked by the front tire.

Will buy. Will autocross.

You still don't get it. The issue is not people believing it's a right to drive rather than a privilege. You may be surprised, but most people understand that driving is a privilege. The issue is that the government took that privilege away from people only in certain categories. That is the issue.

Maybe we could be a little safer if people didn't have the right to say whatever they wanted (or draw satirical or offensive cartoons). Maybe we could be a little safer if people weren't allowed to have guns. Maybe we would all be safer if we let the military be quartered in homes. Maybe we would all be safer if our…

Welcome to 1994, good old readable Japanese compact car gauges.

I've got your new engine start/stop switch right here:

Certainly, but not solely. We cannot limit ourselves with these labels, and instead grow beyond them, so that instead of stagnation, our circle-work becomes tighter, our burnouts smokier, our track-work quicker, and our hooning more... hoony.

I mean, christ, I went to a ute muster for laughs, and there were dudes…

As gruesome as it is to think of, I think the only thing I'd want if it was me in this situation is a cyanide pill.